Trevor slumped back against the couch, chest heaving, the last shudder of release ebbing from his body. His hand was still tangled in the silk tie, knuckles white around it, though the fight had already gone out of both of them. Lucas lay sprawled across him, boneless and trembling, his breath coming in ragged pulls against Trevor's throat.
For a long moment neither spoke, the only sound the stuttered rhythm of lungs trying to catch up and the muted flicker of the forgotten movie still playing in the background.
Trevor loosened his grip at last, letting the tie slip slack between his fingers. He didn't free Lucas immediately, though, his palm rested over the delicate bones of his wrist, thumb smoothing once over skin rubbed faintly red from restraint.
